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I DO NOT OWN Naruto

Awakening the sharingan had taken a lot out of Ayla, just like Madara feared it would. He had tucked her back into bed besides Shisui and Obito, once arriving home. She had been out cold. The next morning, Ayla didn't wake up easily. Madara's youngest was usually the first one up in the mornings. She would jump on her older brothers until they woke up before running down the hall to wake up her Father and Uncle. Ayla loved to help cook breakfast in the mornings. But today she was drained. She hardly had any energy at all to even open her eyes. Fearing something was wrong Shisui had told Father and Uncle of his little sister's condition. Izuna had been worried but Madara told Shisui and Itachi to just let her rest for the day. Confused by Madara's reaction, Izuna had started to insist they fetch the healers. Madara only punched his little brother in the back of the head in response. It was his fault that Ayla had snuck out of the house last night in the first place. Izuna should have been able to hear her. If she can sneak out of the house as a toddler, Madara feared for when she grew up.

The younger two boys had left for the Academy early. Madara told himself that today he would be home to listen to his sons' days at school. Yesterday he had been selfish by skulking. But today no matter how his meetings went, he wasn't going to let his feelings get in the way. Madara truly wanted to know how his son's days went.

Today would be another day crammed full of meetings. Not only with the futile lords but clan heads from all over the village as well. Details about the police force would be ironed out as well as the placement of already ranked shinobi. There was enough information on chunin as jounin class ninja to already begin placing them into assignments. The teachers in charge of the genin this week would be testing the genin skills to see where they would best fit. These teachers would have their results ready to present by the end of the week. Madara already had an idea of the skills of most of the shinobi within his Clan and where they should be placed. They had already discussed letting Shisui run a squad and Itachi serving in another squad for a few months. If they were satisfied and confident in Itachi's work, they had discussed wanting him to serve in the new ANBU black ops that were being formed. An elite group that protected and served the Hokage and completed secret missions for the Hokage. Madara was more nervous for the placement of genin shinobi. He thought about young Izumi, or the other Uchiha genin. They needed to be placed within a squad that had accompanying skills that worked well with theirs and they needed to be in a squad that valued their skills and kept them safe. Madara suspected Obito would be rushed through his year at the Academy and make genin in just a few months. He wanted the same for the other children as he did for Obito. Madara just wanted them to be safe.

Madara waited out on the veranda for Izuna, who was taking his time still pouting over yesterday. Shisui and Itachi had a free week this week while they waited for their final placements. Without having to babysit Obito, Sasuke and Ayla, they didn't have a lot to do so they were able to get a lot of training in. But after next week Madara would need to figure out who would be able to watch Ayla while the others were away. He sighed to himself. Just like when Ayla was a baby, the Clan's women cooed over her but the moment they were asked to watch her, even for a hour, they refused. No one wanted to be responsible for the sick child. Now that Ayla possessed her sharingan, Madara was almost tempted to allow her to attend the Academy next year. But Ayla was still under developed. She was smaller than other children her age and still struggled on basic skills.

There was a slight tug on Madara's pant leg and he looked down. Tiny Ayla, had shuffled out of bed but she still looked totally exhausted. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at her Father. He took a knee besides her, straightening the straps of her nightgown that were falling off her shoulders. "You should be in bed," he told her gently.

The small pink haired girl nodded and didn't argue that fact. She didn't feel good. But she had also been worried all morning. She had pretended to be asleep all morning until Obito and Sasuke left. Ayla looked up at her Father's stern face. "I don't want to tell Obito or Sasuke about my eyes, Daddy...at least not now..." she looked away embarrassed.

Madara raised an eyebrow. After observing Ayla's condition themselves, Izuna, Shisui and Itachi had gathered that her chakra had changed. They had concluded what had happened but had choose to keep it quiet. If Ayla wanted to tell anyone, she would do it on her own. Madara could guess at why she didn't want her two brother's to know. But it still made him feel a little disappointed that she would be nervous to tell them because of how they would react. On the other hand, he was slightly relieved. Madara didn't want her pretty black eyes to change again. It would be hard to keep this secret for long. Until she is able to control her chakra, those eyes will appear without her consent. If she wanted to keep her eyes a secret, he would need to increase her training difficulty and she would need to try to keep her emotions in check. He sighed and nodded. "Okay, little one. You don't have to tell them."

Ayla bowed her small head in thank you and then scurried off back into the house.

The conferences that took place were less hostile than the day before. Madara chose to put yesterday's events behind him and act like this way any other day. Though the bruise forming on Hashirama's jawline was a constant reminder every time he looked across the table to him. Hashirama avoided eye contact most of the day. This depressed attitude was becoming quite annoying. Madara was able to at least pretend to keep his emotions in check but Hashirama wore every single emotion on his sleeve for everyone to read. Izuna agreed to be less hostile and more cooperative today. Yet he and Tobirama continued to bicker and pester each other like they have for years.

The futile lords and village elders had finally given in to Hashirama's pleading about Madara becoming his right hand. They had suggested that it was only a trial basis to see if the job suited him or not. Madara could see that this fact displeased Tobirama and several others. It infuriated him that they had such little trust. He wanted to decline the position but Izuna's silent stares at the back of his head reminded him that this would benefit the Clan. Tobirama was also assigned to Hashirama's counsel of advisors but the white haired Senju reminded the futile lords that he wished to spend time teaching at the academy or leading a team on genin. This didn't change the village's decision, they had full confidence that the brilliant Senju could juggle all the assignments he wanted to perform with no issue at all.

Izuna was titled the Police Chief. It took everything Izuna had to keep a level head as the village advisors suggested placing the Police Headquarters on the outskirts of the village, just outside the Uchiha district. Madara had to kick Izuna several times underneath the large polished table whenever he could see his quick tongue ready to lash out. Several of Madara and Izuna's cousins were assigned to assist Izuna as police captains. Shisui was assigned one was well. It wasn't Madara's intention on doing so. Assigning Shisui as a captain in the police force as well as a captain of shinobi squad was a lot to ask of the teen. But in the end Shisui's level head would keep Izuna in check during times Madara couldn't.

But in the end the fact couldn't be ignored that the other clans assigned to assist the police force such as the intelligence core or interrogation core, were located far from the Police Headquarters, near the government buildings closest to the Hokage. This would make it hard for the Uchiha police to perform their duties proficiently. Another reason to make them believe that this was merely a tool to distract the Uchiha. This fact had almost sent Izuna into a rampage but Madara ignored it for now. There were too many skills that other clans possessed that the Uchiha could learn. It would be irresponsible to act out now without gathering all the knowledge they could.

Finally when the day ended, Izuna was the first one out of his seat and out the door. The Uchiha elders followed him eager to leave these long, drawn out meetings as well. They didn't like to attend these sorts of things but Madara knew they were only following Minami's orders. These elders weren't as respected as Minami and her sisters but she used them as her pawns in her place. The old witch was manipulative. They would go back to her with the conclusion of today's events and he would have an earful of what she had to say later.

Madara couldn't leave and be as rude as his brother was. Being the Uchiha head and now having been appointed as the Hokage's right hand, he had to stick around and handle formalities with the respected lords. He wasn't entirely displeased with today's events. Besides matters with the police force, his two oldest sons had been placed in advanced squads. This fact made him extremely proud so he didn't mind sticking around so much. But each time he glanced at that faint bruise on Hashirama's jaw he had to grit his teeth and control his breathing.

When the crowded meeting room finally started to thin out, the large door to the room creaked open slightly. A young, dark brown haired woman peeked her head into the room and looked around. Her cheeks went red when she noticed the room wasn't entirely empty yet. Madara recognized her as one of the Senju's cousins. Hashirama was still speaking to some of the clan heads from the Nara, Hyuuga and Yanamaka clans.

Before she could entirely retreat, Tobirama was at the door in a flash. He hissed at the woman and she whispered back to him embarrassed.

Madara rolled his eyes, uninterested in whatever the matter was about. Classes at the Academy would be released soon. He wanted to at least try to catch his sons leaving class and walk them home so he could hear about their day.

Whatever the discussion was about Tobirama sighed heavily in defeat and opened the door wider. Two women slipped into the room. The young Senju woman kept her head bowed politely to have intruded. She kept herself pressed up against the far wall, sticking close to Tobirama. The other woman that slipped in beside her, Madara was unfamiliar with. This woman was several years older than the Senju woman, closer to Madara and Hashirama's age. She was beautiful, goddess-like. Her red hair was vibrant and tucked away in tight but complicated buns. The kimono she wore was gorgeous, other women had to have been jealous of such a thing. Once she entered the room, the chatter among the men stopped as they all stared at her. The clan heads all seemed to be star- struck at the same time. Madara scoffed underneath his breath. He would admit that the woman was beautiful but he hadn't been star-struck by any woman before. The only time he had, had his breath taken away by a woman was Sakura on their wedding day. Sakura was a beautiful woman but that day she was a princess.

The only thing that kept Madara's eyes glued to the woman was that familiar emerald green symbol on the woman's forehead. Sakura had the same one. Strength of a Hundred Seal. He was impressed and he couldn't help but to wonder how this woman and Sakura came to have the same seal. He crossed his arms over his chest in thought.

"Oh! Kokoa! Mito!" Hashirama said surprised turning to the women. "I wasn't expecting you!"

The red haired woman smiled softly. "You did say you would give me a tour of the Academy being built and the village, Hashirama-sama." She teased lightly.

Hashirama rubbed the back of his head. "Yes...I did say that, didn't I? I meant to say I wasn't expecting you so early." He attempted to lie smoothly but everyone could see through his pittyful act.

Madara examined the red head carefully. So this was the Mito Uzumaki that had Minami so upset. She had been right, at first glance this woman's chakra was nothing special at all. But the harder he sensed, he could finally feel that strange, overwhelming chakra from the woman's core. Whatever seal that was being used to lock this chakra inside her was advanced and would be difficult to break. It kept the chakra undetectable to someone less advanced as Madara was.

Hashirama quickly shuffled to the woman's side. Madara had never seen him act so shy and clumsy before. The oldest Senju was never the type to be shy about anything. But now he seemed like a young boy meeting a pretty girl for the first time. He kissed Mito's delicate hand softly and Madara shuttered in embarrassment for him. The other clan heads were all married. They snickered at Hashirama's awkwardness. Tobirama watched his brother wide eyed, looking like he was about to snap and hit his brother in the back of the head. The new Hokage was in front of respectable lords after all.

Mito giggled girlishly at Hashirama. He straightened and carefully placed his arm around her, his hand falling lightly on the small of her back. The Hokage continued to introduce his bride to be and his younger cousin.

Each of the women, bowed respectfully to the lords but Madara could sense a tension as Mito looked at him. He ignored it. The longer the crowd gathered here, the more time he was wasting from meeting his sons. He couldn't disappoint them again. After a few more minutes of chatting, finally the clan heads started to excuse themselves. Madara was about to make his break for it but the large door to the conference room opened once again. Internally he growled to himself.

"Hiruzen!" Tobirama greeted in surprise as a young man entered the room.

Madara recognized the young man as a jounin they had assigned to teaching in the Academy. He was of the Saratobi clan. The young man bowed. "I'm so sorry to intrude, Tobirama- sensei! Lord Hokage, Lord Madara! Ladies..."

Seeing the young man seemed to make Hashirama's anxiety ease slightly. "Hiruzen!" He smiled. "What a surprise! Shouldn't you be teaching?"

Hiruzen straightened. "Yes, well, I taught a lesson on the importance of a Hokage, then we went over small weapons combat, substitution jutsus and some genjutsu. I dismissed class early today because I wanted to speak with you, sir."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "I know that squads are being formed this week. My peers who are teaching the genin class said that they are to give you their assessments at the end of the week so that genin squads could be created. But I believe that some of the students in my class may have been accidentally placed there."

Madara raised his eyebrow. The young jounin seemed nervous to tell the men that they were wrong about something.

Hashirama seemed interested in his input. Mito besides him also seemed interested. "Oh, really? Like they need to be taken down a class year?"

"No, sir. I believe that they need to be made genin..."

"Hiruzen," Tobirama scolded. "The rank of genin shouldn't be handed out carelessly."

"I understand that, Sensei," Hiruzen said truthfully. "But these students have excelled in every lesson I have given so far. They have excelled so much that they even seem bored. I feel like they are being held back if they stay in my class. Please, I wish to transfer them into the class with the rest of the genin."

"Who are these students?" Madara grumbled.

A small grin tugged at the corner of Hiruzen's lips. "Well, Lord Madara, one of them is your son, Obito."

Madara's eyes widened. His chest started to swell though his stern face wouldn't dare betray his emotions. Just like he had hoped. He never expected Obito to stay a student for long. Obito was skilled and strong for his age. He just needed to learn to slow down a bit.

"Along with Kakashi Hatake, Rin Nohara, Might Guy, Asuma Saratobi and Kurenai Yuhi."

The government leaders in the room pondered this suggestion. Madara was already more than willing to allow Obito to be a genin. As a genin, he wouldn't be conducting dangerous missions and he would still be able to learn. Madara didn't see a problem with it. Across the room, he could feel Mito's eyes glaring into him. His dark eyes shot a look back but he was careful of Tobirama's watchful glare. Hashirama was too occupied with the presented idea to have noticed Mito's and Madara's sudden hostility.

Lord First finally smiled after thinking for a moment. "Well, Hiruzen, if you believe that your students are ready, then I have no problem with making them genin! They can attend the genin class tomorrow! Any objections, Madara?" He turned to look at his friend.

Those lips were pulled up into a fake, cheery smile as he looked at him. Madara could hardly stand Hashirama's fit of depression. As mad as Madara was at Hashirama, the deep pit of his heart wanted the Senju to be overwhelmed with joy. All his friends hard work has become reality. So why was he choosing to pout over little things. Finally Madara nodded, ignoring the fake smile. "Yes, if you have complete confidence in them, I have no objections."

"Yes! Thank you very much, Lord Hokage, Lord Madara! I don't believe you'll be disappointed! I will tell the students first thing in the morning! Unless you wish to tell Obito yourself, Lord Madara?"

The Uchiha nodded once again. "Yes, I'll tell Obito myself."

Hiruzen smiled and bowed again, preparing to make his leave. Tobirama and the Senju cousin followed the young shinobi out of the room, leaving Madara alone with Hashirama and his bride. Still wishing to try to catch his sons on their walk home, Madara made up his own excuse for leaving and made his way to the large door. Hashirama seemed disappointed that his friend was leaving so suddenly. Or maybe he was just nervous to be left alone with Mito. His arm was still awkwardly wrapped around her slender waist. He had never been this uncomfortable and strange around women before. Mito was just different for some reason.

"Well, I guess we will have to wait until tomorrow to tour the Academy," Hashirama laughed lightly to Mito. "But we can go see the small shops in the marketplace. There are some beautiful flower shops!"

Mito nodded absently, her eyes still shooting into the back of Madara's head. He glanced back at the two once his hand wrapped around the thick door handle. Her lips were pressed into a tight line but she looked away from him in thought. She began to speak her thoughts out loud as if no one were listening. "You know, I can't wait to have children one day...When I do, I'll make sure that none of them feel alone or inferior...I definitely wouldn't leave a bruise on my son's cheek for some silly little accident..." she hummed to herself.

Madara's eyes narrowed and he wrenched the door open.

Hashirama's dark eyes widened and he nearly fell over from shock as she already mentioned children. Her stab at Madara had gone entirely over his head. His heart began to race at the mention of children, he was still just trying to wrap his head around marriage. He hadn't even thought about children.

"Ha!" Rin half shouted, half giggled as she jumped up into the air, preparing a kick at Obito's head.

Easily Obito blocked it, careful not to hurt Rin. The attack was slow compared to others he had spared with. Obito couldn't tell if Rin was serious or if she was just playing around. Class had been dismissed a hour ago, but Rin had asked Obito to stick around and help her train. Eagerly he agreed with pink cheeks. Knowing he would be punished for letting Sasuke walk home by himself, Obito told Sasuke to walk home with Izumi and the other Uchiha. Though he knew the older Uchiha kids weren't going home right away. Obito knew that after school Izumi and her friends liked to go to the sweet shop before going home. Due to that fact Sasuke was eager to go with them. It was a rare occasion that Madara's children got to indulge in sweets. Obito wouldn't tell on Sasuke for going. If he had, he knew he would be punished along with Sasuke.

As Rin continued to attack, Obito stayed mostly defensive instead of offensive. Even when he did prepare an attack he didn't mean it to actually make contact. He wasn't even sure if he could actually hit her. If he had, he knew he would feel extremely guilty. Obito had never really spared girls seriously before. Izumi was the only girl he had fought all out with before and even then he was careful not to hurt her. Beating up girls wasn't why he wanted to become a ninja anyway.

Finally Rin jumped back in exhaustion. She panted for air clutching a kunai to her chest. Obito straightened a little tiered himself.

Rin smiled brightly at him once she caught her breath. "You know, I'm going to have to train a whole lot harder if I'm going to catch up to you and Kakashi."

Obito huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Kakashi, huh? Why do you want to catch up to him?"

"The two of you are the strongest in the class," she explained brushing her brown hair out of her face. "I want to be just like the two of you!"

The Uchiha boy grimaced and look down at the dirt. Rin was only being nice. Obito defiantly wasn't one of the strongest in the class. Not only did Kakashi beat him but another kid, Might Guy, had given him a good beating too. The match had eventually been called a draw by Hiruzen- Sensei but if it had gone on much longer Obito would have lost. Might Guy was fast and his taijutsu was off the charts for their age.

Rin noticed his mood so decided to change the subject quickly. She dusted off her red tights while she walked to her school bag and pulled out one of the thick text books. "Should we study for the test next?"

Obito's lip curled upwards in disgust as he crossed his arms over his chest. He hated schoolwork, he was definitely a hands on learner. Finally he sighed. "Yeah, I guess."

"What's the point? You'll fail anyway."

Surprised Rin and Obito spun around as Kakashi dropped out of the brush of a nearby tree. Neither of the two had sensed him there. Obito darkened when he noticed Rin's cheeks blush pink. His balled up his fists tightly and glared at the silver haired boy. "Shut up! What are you doing here? How long have you been spying on us!"

Kakashi rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "That match wasn't really worth watching. I was reading. The Hokage was announced earlier this morning. I told you, your dad would loose. No one in this village likes or trusts the Uchiha."

Rin gasped at Kakashi's harsh sneer. Obito glared at Kakashi, balling up his fists. His foot shifted in the dirt. Deep down he had been relived that Father wasn't named Hokage. He knew that Father would still be busy and come home late like he usually was. But now he had a goal to achieve that Father hadn't. Obito would surpass Father. He would be the next Uchiha head and he would be the next Hokage. He would be a role model to younger kids and he would make the village respect the Uchiha.

"Don't talk about the Uchiha like that!" Obito shouted, clasping his hands together. His hands moved quickly creating the signs he wanted and then he lifted his hands to his mouth. "Fire Style! Fireball jutsu!"

Kakashi lifted an eyebrow and smirked underneath his mask. He wasn't afraid of the large fireball blazing towards him.

"Obito! Kakashi! No!" The small brown haired girl screamed in horror but it was too late. Fire engulfed her grey haired classmate. She didn't have time to worry for long about what Obito had done. Once the bright light of the fire faded slightly, Rin could see a tree stump laying on fire in the grass where Kakashi had been. Obito glowered when he noticed the stump too, he focused hard trying to feel where Kakashi had gone.

The young Uchiha barely had time to reach into his weapons pouch and pull out his kunai knife when a grey blur rushed him from behind. There was a loud clang of metal as two kunai knives clashed together at each other's throats. The black haired boy and the grey haired boy growled at each other as they both applied equal amounts of pressure against the kunai, trying to see which one could cut the others throat. Anger burned in both of their dark eyes. Just as their kunai clashed together, large hands clasped down on each of the boys shoulders.

Rin gasped at her classmate's performance. With wide brown eyes she looked up at the shadow that hovered above them.

"Sparing is one thing... but a shinobi should never attack their comrades with such rage like that. You could have killed each other..."

With gritted teeth the two boys looked up at the sudden visitor. Above them towered a young man, several years younger than Hiruzen- Sensei but older than Shisui. He was tall and lean with long, spiky blond hair. With ease the man pushed the boy's shoulders causing them both to stumble backwards. His stern face softened once the two were separated.

Rin steadied Obito as he stumbled backwards. Kakashi skidded to a halt in the dirt. His head whipped up. "Who are you?!"

The young blond haired man shrugged and smiled. "My name is Minato Namikaze. Just remember what I said, okay?" With that he turned on his heel and started to walk away.

Obito blinked in surprise, still clutching his kunai in his hand. His cheeks went hot when he realized Rin's small hands on his shoulders. Unfortunately he didnt have time to think about it for long. As he watched the man walk away, a dark figure behind him, waiting underneath the shadow of a tree caught his eye.

Father's dark eyes were fixated on Obito and his skin went cold. "Obito." Madara called firmly. "Come."

Obito hung his head in defeat. Busted. Now the only thing he could hope for was that Sasuke had made it home and wasn't still at the sweet shop.

"Don't feel too good, huh?" Shisui smiled teasingly down at Ayla when her little eyes opened from her nap. It was midday now and after some more sleep, she was starting to feel better. The sun shined brightly in from the window and the toddler felt disappointed that she missed half of this pretty day. Shisui and Itachi had finished some household chores and completed some training while she was napping. They had just come back in to check on their sister when she started to stir. The two older brothers sat cross legged on either side of Ayla's bed.

Ayla blinked up at her big brother and then looked away quickly trying to think of something to tell him. "Tummy hurts..." she mumbled.

Shisui snickered and exchanged a look with Itachi. Itachi chuckled once and shook his head. Ayla was a terrible liar. "Dose your tummy really hurt?" Shisui tickled her side.

She giggled trying to wiggle away from her brother and hide underneath the blanket. Itachi held the blanket back so she couldn't hide. Instead she wiggled out from the blanket and crawled up into Itachi's lap for protection from Shisui.

Once safely tucked in Itachi's arms, Ayla looked back at Shisui. "No..." she said honestly.

"Your just a little tiered from using your eyes, aren't you?" Itachi asked softly, looking down at her.

Ayla nodded. Shisui frowned slightly. He didn't understand how something like that could have happened. It was his job as big brother to protect the little ones but again last night, he failed. He looked into Ayla's eyes sternly. "You know better than to leave home alone, Ayla. Something bad could have happened and you could have been hurt. If you were feeling upset why didn't you wake one of us up?"

She shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip. Her tiny hands curled around Itachi's fingers. Her mind worked in ways too mature for her age. Ayla was naive and innocent in some ways but without any explanation her heart and sense of emotion made her brain work above her age. This feeling and thought had come to her several weeks ago when Obito accidentally broke her arm. She never wanted to tell anyone because she would be embarrassed if she was wrong. But the strong emotions last night made her want to get it off her chest. She had started to tell Father all she wanted to last night. But the awakening of the sharingan had only allowed her to get half of it out. It was hard to explain anyway. Ayla didn't even know how to try to explain it. Whatever it was, she felt like it was the source of Obito's and Father's anger and sadness. It also felt like something big was about to happen but she had no idea what.

There was a slight burn in her eyes and her lip quivered. She knew her sharingan was back. Without looking up, she held onto Itachi's long, slender fingers tightly. "Something bad is going to happen soon." She whimpered.

The two older boys looked at each other in confusion. They could tell there was more that she wanted to say. But no words came to her lips. Sighing Itachi stood with Ayla still in his arms. "Common, let's get you dressed and brush your hair. Then we can start training you on controlling your eyes."

I DO NOT own Naruto!

Note: I know technically Asuma wouldn't be alive yet if Hiruzen is still young himself...So we're just going to pretend their just from the same clan :D He doesn't really play a giant part in this but I think they were all sooo cute when they were little I didn't want to split them up!

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